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Started May 10, 2018 by @darkeyes

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Kaz squirmed a little under Vaughn's gaze, taking a sip of his drink. "I didn't mean to come off as…Weird or anything. Sorry about all that."

“No, you were just being a concerned citizen,” Vaughn simply said, thumb lightly tracing circles on the table top in a distracted way again.

Kaz scoffed at that. "Concerned citizen," he repeats quietly, staring down into his liquor. "Don't even know if I count as a citizen anywhere anymore."

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Vaughn asked, arching a dark brow in question as he continued to watch Kaz.

"I'm from Germany. Doesn't help my case already, but I slipped up on registration on accident, and know I'm pretty sure Trump could deport me if he really wanted," Kaz laughed

Vaughn scoffed sharply, shaking his head slowly. “Why the hell would you want to come to America?” He questioned.

“Not my choice. Mom was dying of cancer, Dad was chasing us down. I had a very hectic childhood,” he chuckled

“You’re dad was doing what?” Vaughn asked, seemingly suddenly interested. Fair game the whispers said in a sing song voice in his mind, and fo once, he agreed with them.

“Chasing us. My mom sold my soul to him in exchange for my aunt marrying some rich bitch. We hooped countries to keep him away from us,” he said, taking another drink of his alcohol

“Sold your soul?” Vaughn further questioned, frowning. “Tell me you’re jus being sarcastic.”

Kaz shook his head. “Nope. Serious as can be. I’m what would be commonly called an abomination. Affront to nature. Whatever you prefer to call it.”

“That’s impossible, that shit isn’t real,” Vaughn said, leaning forward, elbows resting against the tabletop.

Kaz glanced around, making sure no one was looking their direction. “Really? Explain this,” he said as purple electricity crackled to life along his fingertips

Vaughn flinched back at that, hand going to where he had his gun tucked into the waistband of his trousers. “What the hell?!” He hissed sharply.

Kaz put his hands up. "Hey, hey! Calm down!" he hissed quietly. "I warned you, so don't even think about the gun in your pants."

Vaughn’s eyes were narrowed in caution. “Can you give me nay good reasons not to shoot you right here,” he snapped.

"Because how good would it look if you shot the bartender's longest regular?" he said quietly. He was having a small bit of difficulty coming up with backup reasons, and his anxiety certainly didn't help anything

(Oh my god I’m screaming we are doing class Questions in scripture and someone out a piece of paper in a bowl and the question was “Is it really that bad to be lgbtq?” And now remember, this is the teacher who hates that stuff (think back to the rainbow “hail Satan”) and she goes “I want to know which one of you little lesbians wrote this right now” AND IM LOOSING IT)

“Thank god I don’t give a damn about that sort of thing,” Vaughn hissed. He had killed plenty of people in the past, this wouldn’t be different. The whispers told him to do it.

(oh my g OD LMAO) Kaz scowled at him. "Look, I didn't call the cops on you, and you seem like a decent person when you're not trying to put a bullet in people's brains. So calm your ass down before I deep fry you," he spat

(People keep countering every reason she gives as to why it’s bad and she is getting so frustrated and I’m crakcing up. She’s like “everyone has to be open to having kids and same sex marriages cannot accomplish that” and my friend raises her hand and goes “what if you hate kids” and I SCREAMED)

Vaughn slowly shook his head, but didn’t say anything. He still kept his hand on his lap, in close range of the gun if it was needed.

(fight the homophobia lol) Kaz scowled, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeesh. You buy a guy's drinks and he tries to pull a gun on you," he muttered

“I didn’t ask for you to by my drinks,” Vaughn responded, ‘brown’ eyes narrowed slightly.

Kaz rubbed at his eyes. "Look, I'm making an attempt at being a good person, but you are making it very difficult right now."

Vaughn stifled a snicker. “Not everyone is going to want that little kindness of yours,” he said in a nonchalant way.

"Yes, I'm aware, thank you," he snapped, downing the last of his drink. He was tipsy now, and he tended to be a small bit of an irritable drunk. Or a flirty drunk. It depended on how much he had to drink. He scowled a little at Vaughn. "Spent 2 years getting it beat into me," he added as a bit of an afterthought